William Shakespeare Quotes
-
Nay, we must think men are not gods, Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal.
-
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
-
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.
-
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put sullen black incontinent. I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March sadly after. Grace my mournings here In weeping after this untimely bier.
-
A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.
-
Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
-
It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
-
Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.
-
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
-
To go to bed after midnight is to go to bed betimes
-
Now stand you on the top of happy hours, And many maiden gardens yet unset, With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers, Much liker than your painted counterfeit: So should the lines of life that life repair Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen Neither in inward worth nor outward fair Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
-
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily... is wasteful and ridiculous excess
-
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats like images; As full of spirit as the month of May And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
-
Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well
-
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
-
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
-
I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.
-
The small amount of foolery wise men have makes a great show.
-
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection.
-
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.